Bye
bye Sophie. You couldn't design, create, sell or pitch, but you did
write an essay on market research once – the one feature of the
Apprentice design task which is routinely ignored in favour of
whatever the largest egos wanted to make in the first place.
Cue a packing crate on wheels and a table come uncomfortable
Medieval-style execution chair for the tall.
Ridiculous
fancy design office of the week: the more pretentious the company,
the smaller the door? I'm not sure literally crawling into work is
quite what the Health and Safety Executive have in mind, but all of
Shoreditch is probably competing to have the smallest entrance.
Posh Jason particularly struggled to manoeuvre through the hobbit
gate, as, unlike Jordan, he is “average-sized”.
Qualifications
of the week: Uzma: “I done a fashion.” (Oopsie! Don't worry
dear, am sure someone can help clean it up.) Also, seriously -
what is up with her face? Even Lord Sugar openly scoffed when
she claimed to be “in the business of looking good”.
Disappointment
of the week: Zeeshaan didn't get a salesgasm. Whatever Neil might
have promised him.
Next
week: city farm shop. Alex Eyebrows appeared to be running after farm
animals in way that won't be helping debunk certain Welsh
stereotypes...
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